I missed the memo, but this Paleo Diet stuff is all the rage, or so I gather. If it’s new to you too, I’ll save you the Google search and tell you it’s a diet plan that catapults you roughly a gajilliondy years into the past, on the premise that the food cavemen ate is healthier for us than Twinkies (I’m paraphrasing, here – it’s probably more complicated than that).

There are people who are against the Paleo way of life, but there are also people who don’t like kittens, so I’m not sure what to think. It’s hard to argue that we’ve come up with many new foods since the Paleolithic Age that are really healthy, but then again, I’m getting Pop Tart crumbs in my keyboard right now, so I’m the wrong person to ask. I am curious how cavemen baked biscuits back in the days before ovens had their own department at Lowes, but it’s too late for me to start learning about history now. Besides, I think I’m veering off topic – this article isn’t about history, or ovens. Or kittens, for that matter.

This post is about biscuits, like the ones pictured above by Elana’s Pantry. Part of the Paleo diet appeal for some folks is that it’s gluten-free, which is what enticed Toulouse, of Toulouse and Tonic, to give Paleo biscuits a try.

Hold on, doesn’t that name sound familiar? You might remember Toulouse from her spider cookies or her mushy pile of latke, also seen here on CraftFail. Surely her biscuits didn’t fall flat, too!

That’s impressive – it looks like Toulouse figured out how the cavemen invented Frisbees!

Find more funny at Hollow Tree Ventures, where Robyn doesn’t live in a cave, but some days it looks like she has dirt floors.

Actually… I’ve just been reading one of Jean M Auel’s books, and to be honest, I think Toulouse’s efforts are probably more in line with how biscuits would look if made by cavemen. If we were able to travel back in time they would probably look at the first picture as a fail. Maybe.

That makes sense, @Sue – I’d eat either one! Wait, cavemen didn’t have butter, did they? Dang. Oh well, if I went back in time they’d just club me over the head for my stylishly comfortable sweatpants and hoodie, so I probably wouldn’t get a biscuit anyway.